The ancient oak spread devotedly
Her massive and protective arms
Just above the slow-moving, water blue.
For more than a millenium she had watchfully
And eagerly provided a safe shelter for
All of nature’s friends she loved and knew.
Rough was her etched bark and strong knots
Which lived intricately woven within
The network of her large and loving heart.
God had placed her there for a purpose
In that very spot, where she saw
Lots of cruelty towards His creation from the start.
Still, she had done her job protecting
The small, and the weak as she provided shade
When sought, as well as a peaceful, joyful abode.
Holding on to the ground, her roots grew
Stronger, as she watched the humans slowly learn,
As young ones jumped on the great fortress of that road.
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Thank you so very much Anna. Sending you much love and prayers. Love you, Joni xoxoxxo